2 February 1882 – 13 January 1941
All Day I Hear The Noise Of Waters
A Flower Given To My Daughter
My Dove, My Beautiful One
27 Jan 2016 11:06
'' His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead. '' James Joyce, Dubliners
22 May 2015 09:08
The real travesty in all this is James Joyce was not awarded a Nobel prize in literature.
18 Feb 2015 12:27
..... Great poet, i love all your good definitions...